I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

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If you made bad partner choice, it’s up to you to make a change
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Wishful thinking: Why Ron Paul can’t (and won’t) be elected president
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life
I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group